Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page

Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the горький wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
Пение its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows

Joined by others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
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Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn